Ruined: Dominant M Wanted for Dynastic China Game [Non-con, M/M]

[Sekah]

RUINED


In Qing Dynasty China (I'm talking our real world's history right now), sexuality between two men was called jijian, and it was sharply divided. A man who topped another man was a normal man. He could marry, he was free from any persecution by the law or really society, he was sort of understood as a man who just liked sex so much he even turned to men. As long as he still married and preformed for his wife at times, there was no disconnect and hardly any shame.

In contrast, any man who allowed a cock into his body was extremely shamed. He was thereafter viewed as having become a woman in his family line. He no longer could marry: if he wasn't married, he never would be. If he was married, his wife's family would often have a divorce, because the shame was far greater than even the shame of marrying a second time as a woman. He'd committed a crime against his ancestors.

Rape between men in Qing Dynasty China was also completely unprosecutable and not considered a crime—it was assumed that if a man was fucked, well, he would have been able to stop it if it wasn't what he wanted. It was only ever prosecuted at all when there was a significant age gap, so basically a man and a child. Otherwise, there was no conception whatsoever that a man couldn't consent to sex.

This is all the real history, by the way.

Taiga was beautiful, the youngest son of a respected old Mongol family. Arrogant, too—a man who made the people around him miserable. You make enemies that way. Enemies who would delight in seeing your downfall.

They say you can't rape a man, but YC knew how. It was staged, from beginning to end, humiliating and public.

It permanently ruined Taiga immediately, but also put him somewhat on your character's conscience—more accurately, in his control. Shunned by society, shamed in his family, YC pulled off the truest revenge.

But why stop there?

On the balcony of the opera house, Taiga jerked against the man holding him down once more. The man's breath was hot in his hair, stirring it. He'd hitched Taiga's robes up around his waist, had his two wrists clamped in a grip that bruised.

The opera house was dark. Each push of the muscular brute behind him increased Taiga's panic, but he bit his tongue, bit his plush lip, kept even his breath low, though it hurt, the bastard was hardly being gentle with his use of Taiga's ass.

His eyes scanned the crowd. Anyone could see him up in this box. Anyone. On the stage, the actors played their parts. If one of them were taking this thick rod, it would be no issue. No one would think twice.

But Taiga was a bannerman, the ruling caste of Manchu and Mongols, just like the Emperor himself. One of Taiga's cousins was a high concubine in the Emperor's house, and he was related to several heirs to the throne. He was the son of a respected Mongol family. His father had a long list of titles, his brothers had all distinguished himself, his marriage was happening in weeks to a lucrative young lady, he was a shoe-in for a magistrate position, appointed by the emperor himself.

All of that would be abjectly squandered if he were found to be sodomized by a man.

The man shoved his cock into Taiga. Taiga felt his aching, bleeding hole filled with sticky cum. Good. The brute had finished, and perhaps no one had seen. He may yet get out of this . . .

The man pulled up his robe, clearly showing a view of the state Taiga was in, sweaty and cum-striped and stuffed with a man's cock.

And then he raised his free hand in a pre-arranged signal.

Oh no.

Taiga twisted, trying to get away, but the brute was strong, and easily held the smaller man in place, splayed and defiled for the whole Beijing opera to see.

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